Dear Os Ledinul, McCraftsdwarf;
Regarding your excitement as you kicked in the door to my office, screaming from your self satisfaction, brandishing the following item:
Rakustaral, an alpaca wool right mitten. Or "Tombswoman," you've taken to calling it.
Initially, our broker appraised this item at being worth a staggering 372,440 urists. "This is a(sic) alpaca wool right mitten!" he exclaimed. "All craftsdwarfship is of the highest quality! It is studded with adamantine, decorated with cat leather and encircled with bands of sheep wool, elk bone and fungiwood. It is made from alpaca wool cloth, and the thread is emerald with emerald dye. This object menaces with spikes of tower-cap!"
He went on to tell me that on the item is an image of.. Tombswoman, the alpaca right wool mitten.. in alpaca wool. And an image of Tombswoman, the alpaca right wool mitten, in cat leather. And an image of Tombswoman, the alpaca right wool mitten, in fungiwood.
I am an understanding McNoble. If you get the crazy idea to waste hundreds of thousands of urists worth of material and materiel making a single mitten, with three pictures of itself on it, each one so detailed as to include the three pictures of itself on each of the pictures of itself, each of which also has three pictures of itself, pictures included, on it, and so on... go for it. Urist McEngineer has marveled at the detail, which apparently reaches quantum level. I don't mind you locking yourself inside a workshop for a week straight screaming about our bone supply. This mitten is beautiful, it's miraculously perfect, and it's completely without value to anyone in the fortress...
...except to you, it seems. What I DO object to is you locking yourself in my office for a week straight afterwards. We all know Bim Balnil engraved that controversial and masterful image of Urist McSoldier starving to death, depressed from being naked when she was locked up for accidentally killing a McCraftsdwarf during a routine beating. Locking yourself in there with your legendary right wool mitten.
You are assigned to nothing but CLEANING duty until every "pool of Os Ledinul's dwarf goo" is out of my office. Otherwise that mitten is going straight into the volcano with you still wearing it.
Dear Bim Balnil, McMason;
I do not appreciate the masterful image of Os Ledinul "triumphantly holding" that fucking mitten being engraved in the main dining hall. Children eat there, you sick bastard.
-Gabrek McNoble